The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1887-10-06
A DAY-DREAM.

Few tourists have ever heard OF 1t,
and to prevent their encroaching up
on its peaceful territory and break
its refreshing quietude. the secret OF
it's whereabouts must remain q mys-
terry.
1t lies in a tiny bay, all wooded
down to the waters brink, with green
hills rising at the back, and away to
the right there is good cover for game
in the thick. half.wild tangle OF under
growth, where the white. tailed rab.
bits scurry about by hundreds, or sit
summing themselves in inanimate
brown heaps OF lazy luxury...A sud-
den bend inland discoses a beautiful
estuary, which winds its way among
the foot OF the hills, looking soft and
silent, with scarcely ripple to move
its surface.
Cottages are dotted about here and
there, covered with roses and jasmine
and clematis. and the gardens are fill
ed with flowers.
A picturesque old house stand }
alone upon the rising ground over
looking the sea, sheltered from every
rough blast, with oranges and lemons
growing upon it's walls, and myrtles
in full blossom under its abbey-like
windows.
From the hills inland the view is pas
toral md ldollic; there is wood OF
tender green larches, with q back
ground OF dark blue pines.
Fieldc of waving golden corn, fields
OF emerald turnips and purple beets
and mangel.
Hedserows festooned with wild ros-
es, briony and eglantine, carpeted with
primroses, violets and ferns.
Narrow winding lanes, all overhung
with trees, with rustic stiles leading
from them across the country, and in
the distance lay village, from the
cottages ofwhich the white smoke went
up. like summer clouds, into the azure
sky; and the steeple OF the old church
was peeping from among the many
generation-old trees.
Capt. Bertram Berkely, who was
ouartered with his regiment in the
same county, noticed it while out sail
ing in the regimental yacht, nesting
like tiny gem, in its verdant setting
and a fancy seized him to pay it q
visit.
There was not one of his brothers
officers of his own standing whom hi
did not poster to accompany him
thi'her, till it became almost joke
among them.
"Mv dear fellow" demonstrated his
great friend, Hubert Falkner, eve
should be buried alive in such dull
place. why, there can be nothing or
earth to do there. Go, by all means
ii YOU want a fit of the blues, but
don't ask any one else to share your
fate"
Well, he obtained leave OF absence
and he did go.
They took him to the little bay ir
the yacht, and put him on shore, with
his small portmanteau, promising te
return for him that day week, ane
sailed away again, laughing at Der
trans folly.
The first afternoon he enjoyed
thoroughly. Everything was so new
and bright, and fresh, and lovely.
He found quaint, vy-clad little inn
where the landlady was apple-cheekeo
and good-looking, and he entrusted
himself for the week to her tender
mercies, and, having ascertainec
from her the prettiest walks, he start
ed out for round, inhailing the ses
breezes with avidity, and ended his
day upon the beach, where he sat til
dusk, lazily throwing stones into thu
water.
That night he wrote to his friend:
Dear Falkner-You were wrons
not to come; it is charming! Jolly lit
tie inn and pretty little hostess. Love
" walks; ali l want is compan
ion. You had better join me
Yours. B. B."
But Capt. Falkner did not see 1t il
the same light, and Bertram Berkel,
remained alone.
The day after he followed a lam
wh1chh e had not noticed before. It ap
peared to lead up the rough and tanelet
underground upon the hillside, and h.
thought he might get that way to sea
Sud eniy he stopped, for before hin
lay a home which was q perfec
idyl. A many-gabled, golden
thatched cottage of considerable size
showing on all sides the signs OF aff1u
ence. 1t was covered with rare climb
ing plants; the very air was redolen
with the perfume OF the roses OF al
sorts, which clustered in every availa
BILE spot.
The fences were rustic, and twinet
with ivy and Virginia creeper.
rTh, 10 uppo moro snnnfh az o. hilIiQrf
table, and soft as moss.
The flower beds were filled with bios
SONS; but it was neither upon house
nor lawn. nor rustic work. nor flowers
that his eyes were fixed, but upon tn
figure of girl of some twenty year
of age, reclining in low garden chair
intently reading book; and the NOR
he gazed the greater grew his admira
ton.
She was totally unaware of his pres
ence, and it was evidently that spec
tators were not usual in that hidde
corner, all among the trees, and hedg
rows, and tangled underground.
1t was quite a surprise to find thi
little paradise of perfume there. a
though some fairy had conjured it u
with her magic wand, and the recun
bent girl was fit for the princess in tn
fairy tale. She had masses of colo
brown waving hair hanging down loose
ly about her shoulders and almos
touching the ground, and the sunbeam,
were giving it their own bright shades
She had evidently been out to battle
and was letting the sun and air dr.
her luxuriant tresses for her.
Her eyes were hidden by their long
fringed lashes, but the rest Of the ova
face was perfect.
In repose, the mouth We'd with Ct
pid's bow in shape; the nose was shor
and straight. the ears like tiny Sc
shells, the chin dimpled, the bro
broad and white and intellectua
partly hidden by short curls, whic
the water had but made more wavy
She was dressed in a plain whit
flannel costume. which chung to he
figure and revealed its perfect symm'
try. while pretty foot in neat blac
shoe and stocking was peeping fror
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